Someone tell me why I thought that drinking 750ml of milk, in the form of iced coffee, was a good idea?
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nootherendoftheworldwilltherebe:
About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.
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How old are you?
“ten”
How long have you been ten?
“…”
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN
Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”
^^^better story than twilight
LOL
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Does load of washing.
Clothesline suddenly contains leggings, underwear, and a unicorn.
I’m sure this says something about me, but I’m not quite sure what.
Lime Crime
Probably going to buy some Lime Crime Lipsticks next week.
Cosmopop (2nd row, first lipstick), My Beautiful Rocket (2nd row, third lipstick), and maaaaybe Airborne Unicorn (1st row, third lipstick).
I say maybe, because the purples are pink base, and so is my skin. But I might just do it anyways, depending on the money situation after Tuesday.
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birdicus-maximus replied to your post: My Saturday night - 1. Eat Curry Chicken. 2….
Number 3, Lolly. You could have spared the details!! >___>
Welp, I figure, I had to sit through it, and actually experience it first hand, so you all can hear my brief description. And trust me, that was brief. That shit is naaasty.
Which I kept telling her the entire time, whilst also calling her ‘The Snow Queen’.
You jelly of my Saturday nights?
